the last eight days i was hunting in some of the most beautiful area BC has to offer. after seven days of hunting, sleeping in a tarp tent, and marching six hours a day across grass lands, gullies and mountain sides, i finally got my buck. this is the first deer ive ever bagged. it was early morning, i had only been hunting about an hour at this point. the snow was knee deep, very dry and fluffy, acting as a muffler for each step. as i neared the crest of the next pine forest hill a breaking stick caught my attention and i froze. several moments later i shrugged it off and began gently ascending to the peak of the rise. the wind was in my face. and then there he was. head down, coming straight for me at only 22 yards. i froze. the buck came aware to my presence and quartered, then froze to assess his next move. panic began to set in. it wasnt broadside quite yet, but i did have a shot. i raised my old 30 30, he stepped,and i shot. a good solid lung shot. that big boy nearly dropped where he stood, gathered himself, and trotted the best he could down the hill, fifty yards away to his final resting place.
